Silence

The night has its own silence

So quiet that

Almost nothing is heard

Only the distant

Noise of the heater

The mind space expands

We have to listen

To ourselves sometimes

Accept what we hear

Winter nights

The winter night is cold

Promises nothing

Only cold feets

And silence

We are waiting

We will wait for a long time

Before the cold spring light

Enters this room

The Minotaur 

Finalising the unthinkable 

I have become a monster

A Minotaur in his dirty, stinking

Maze

Without entrance and exit

I walk around looking out 

The tiny Windows to see

What is going on in the

Outside world

Hoping, even expecting 

The one day an earthquake 

Will make the walls

Tremble and fall 

More than 4000 years

Have I been waiting

The world has changed

But the tyrants remains

Doing their dirty deed 

In front of me every day

While the water slowly

Grinds the stone

Servitude

Fighting a hopeless war

Losing on all sides

Still it keeps me standing

Hoping to stay out of servitude

So tired, really tired

Serving the need of others

Their lazy life tears me apart

Their fulfilment of repeating

Destructive pattern are destructive

I wish I had been different myself

Meeting oneself in others trashes me

To pieces, still I try to purify myself

In this cesspool, this fountain of dirt

Time, Mind and Action

Time is a precious commodity

Bought and sold at different

Prices, lost time is forever lost

In time, action taken and

Finally forgotten

Our minds and memories changing

Talkative silence in our head

Whatever once was there is no more

My actions will eventually change

Adopting to the mind of the moment

Without my consent or with my consent

Frantic

Radiant fragrance

Coming to life

Late in the afternoon

A will to live instead

Of dying slowly

Rather a quick death

Than fading away

Intensity as a way

To cover up

Mediocracy

Retribution of investments

Way, way to go

Lost Wars

Fighting a lost fight

The war is over

I lost

What to do next

There is nothing

That can be done

I am awaiting

For the judgement

Of the people

That I fought

Their collective hatred

And despise

The walls in my prison

Are cold and grey

Being a part of the

Punishment

Only the light

From the window

Makes me tell the difference

Between day and night

As I wait

Who Silenced Me?

What made me silent

What happened

Why did I hide in shame

For so long

Why can’t I protect my self

From other peoples aggressions

So many questions

So few answers

In the tower

Hiding in my tower

Not willing to change

Not willing to step out in life

Just watching life passing by

The river runs just below

That is what is now

Soon I will be gone

So what is the point

What will set me free

What is freedom?

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